Chapter 5

Fang Yan was about to get on the elevator, but Xiaoya called him

Manager Fang, Mr. Hu asked you to go there immediately

Xiaoya is the secretary of the president's office. She looks very good, but her figure is very hot, with thin waist and long legs, breasts and buttocks. It is even more rare that she always wears various short skirts, high heels and stockings all year round, regardless of sunshine and rain. She is a little fairy.

Fangyan originally only likes thin pantyhose with flesh-exposed flesh, and is not very keen on thick velvet pantyhose or thread socks. However, one winter when the company was in the annual meeting, she saw Xiaoya wearing black knee-length wide-mouth flip flops and high-heeled boots, paired with black thick velvet pantyhose tightly wrapped around her thin thighs. She was in a flash of flames for a moment and couldn't help but react at that time.

From then on, as long as Xiaoya, who is not astonishingly beautiful, appears in any occasion, Fang Yan's eyes will be uncontrollable and wander around Xiaoya's legs and skirt, wishing she can stick to it and drill into the skirt.

But Xiaoya has a skill. Although the skirt is very short, she is very careful not to expose her when standing or sitting. Once, Xiaoya wore an extremely short hip-clad dress with bubble yarn. When she sat on the chair, the edge of the skirt was slipping, and the connection line at the base of the thighs of the flesh-colored shiny pantyhose was exposed, but there was still no gap between the legs. The gap between the skirt and the legs was like a black hole, swallowing all the light and also isolated Fang Yan's gaze. Fang Yan hated that it was itchy at the time.

Xiaoya is quite lively. Fangyan often jokes with her, and she can come and go and have a hip-hop show. Occasionally, she has a few pornographic jokes. Xiaoya is also very good at all. When soldiers come to block the water and the soil, she will not be shy or pretend to be shy.

As a result, the dialect has tried several times, and wanted to develop in depth and have some real contact, but it always turned out to be ineffective. It was gently resolved by Xiaoya's Tai Chi pusher, which made the dialect extremely lost.

Such a fragrant apple can never be eaten, which is undoubtedly a huge loss and the deeper temptation that follows

Fang Yan had no choice but to steal the fishy smell with the opportunity for a while, and had to project the deep fantasy onto Xiaoya's clothes, always looking for opportunities to figure out how to get Xiaoya's pantyhose or underwear.

There are not many opportunities, but God always favors those who are interested. The pair of pantyhose that Yanyan just ejected in the office was obtained by an unintentional and thoughtful opportunity.

Last time, Fangyan took a few brothers and sisters to a long time, including Xiaoya. After accompanying Party A for a week, she finally got ready to return to Beijing. Because the flight was relatively late, everyone would store their luggage in the hotel lobby together when they checked out at noon, and then went out to visit the nearby attractions.

Fang Yan made an excuse to meet an old classmate, found an opportunity to leave the army and secretly return to the hotel lobby, and then found an excuse to secretly carry Xiaoya's suitcase into the toilet.

When Fangyan closed the toilet door and was about to unzip the suitcase, her face turned red and her heart beat, and her mouth twitched, just like a virgin who was finally about to untie the light-blooded shirt of the goddess she had liked for a thousand years. It seemed that she was just like that when she took off her wife Qiqi's denim skirt for the first time.

The result after the suitcase was opened was even more surprising to Fangyan. A bag of underwear and pantyhose filled 1/3 of the space in the box. The bras were all lace embroidered styles, ranging from full cups to 1/2 cups. In addition to a small number of transparent lace embroidered styles, the underwear was more thong underwear, which almost shattered the eyes of the dialect.

The flower bud-like style is almost all made of thin belts, with only a thin cloth on the crotch. The place where the hip groove and the waist thin belt are connected are a few lace-shaped knots. No wonder the whole summer dialect always shows no traces of underwear from Xiaoya's round and sharp buttocks.

The lace style of the small bow with black mesh, the back waist is embroidered with cloud pattern inlaid with transparent green diamonds, the purple transparent tulle style, the crotch is leopard print, the entire front part of the hollow butterfly embroidery, and the upper part of the back hip groove are 8 snow-white small pearls connecting the thin belts at the waist

The big bag of underwear is placed in a mess, and it is easy to stuff it in at first glance. When Fangyan opened a few pairs of thongs, they could find light or light yellow spots on the crotch. This discovery made Fangyan's lower body harder and there were a few more trembling.

Fang Yan couldn't help but press the crotch of the leopard-print thong underwear tightly against his nose. After taking a few deep sucks, a strong woman's breath penetrated into the sea. With a bang, the blood also slid and all flowed to the lower body. A feeling of explosion at any time suddenly came.

Take off my trousers, and my little brother popped out with a bang, feeling like he was so frustrated that he could not wait.

One hand continued to put the crotch of the leopard thong to his mouth, and the tip of his tongue slid over the faint yellow marks. In fact, there was no smell. However, the intimate contact of this body fluid made Fang dialect a little imaginative. At this moment, Xiaoya spread her legs in front of her. The pink flowers bloomed in the black bushes. While she was burying deeply, she sucked the morning dew between the flowers.

The other hand couldn't wait to untie another packaging bag, and the colorful pantyhose were fully displayed, black, flesh-colored, purple, brown, ash, light white, shiny, silver onion, T-stage thickened, bikini style, fine lattice, diamond-patterned, ankle diamond-set, and even a few unstage, embroidered suspenders.

All of them remained the original ones when they were taken off by their owner, or the edges of the socks were rolled into a ball, or the legs were wrinkled, or the waist was deep and rolled out, or the legs were straight and backward.

Fang Yan buried her entire head in the pantyhose almost instantly, smelling the breath inside deeply, without any strong meaning, wrapped in a faint smell of flesh and a shallow leather.

Little goblin, I'm such a little goblin that's so fascinated by my life

Fang Yan couldn't help but moan a few times

It's really unbearable, little fairy, fuck you to death

Imagine the scene of Xiaoya wearing these clothes and imagine the temptation of Xiaoya easily relieve the clothes. Fang Yan couldn't help but take off his trousers and underwear, picked up a brown diamond-patterned silver onion pantyhose and put it on.

The crotch of the pantyhose is tightly wrapped around its hardness. When the body shakes slightly, the pantyhose will gently rub on the glans, just like Xiaoya's pink mouth, and licking it lightly like the tip of her tender red tongue.

The hands were stroking back and forth on the pantyhose. If she and Xiaoya's stocking legs were tightly entangled, the silkyness of the pantyhose was trembling like a burst of electric current on her legs, and it continued to be transmitted to the hard peak. The urethra couldn't help but spit out a lot of water, wetting the crotch of the pantyhose

When I read pornographic texts in the dialect, there was a plot when the male protagonist sprayed semen on a woman's pantyhose, underwear and high heels, and eight out of ten were not cleaned up afterwards. He deliberately created a strange and satisfying reverie after waiting for the woman to wear underwear with her semen.

I thought it was pure nonsense, first, it must be exposed, the fishy smell of the semen is strong and not easy to dissipate, just like the sperm spots on Lewinsky's skirt can be circulated for a long time, and second, this mentality is difficult to understand, it is pure boredom and has no meaning.

But today, when Fang Yan saw the water marks of prostate fluid on the tightly wrapped around Xiaoya's tightly wrapped in her hard body, the brown diamond-patterned silver onion pantyhose, I imagined that one day Xiaoya would wear it. Although it would definitely be cleaned, there would still be a feeling of body fluids blending, as if her body fluids would pass through the most secret lurking, at that moment, even in all the days that followed, secretly invaded the beautiful flower of the lush forest, and the morning dew between the grass, and the honey on the petals.

The prostate fluid has almost no smell. The dialect holds its hardness tightly, and the urethra is slightly opened and vomits a lot of body fluids. The fingers are stained, one by one at the tip of each of Xiaoya's bras, the crotch of the light yellow marks of the thong underwear, and the crotch of the pantyhose, leaving behind wet small dots and bright crystals.

After doing this, Fang Yan couldn't bear it and almost wanted to lose his fingers in the bathroom. In the end, he was afraid that it would take too long to delay. Xiaoya and the others came back early and were discovered, restraining their desire to rush around.

Fang Yan is an extremely cautious person. Facing a lot of original underwear and pantyhose, facing this colorful and radiant treasure mountain, he still dared not take too much, nor dared to take those novel styles that strongly seduce their eyes. He only took a heavy-scented pair of close-fitting legs from the largest number of flesh-colored pantyhose and wore them on his legs. He also took only a single black ordinary style with the largest number of black and stuffed it into his pocket.

Fang Yan took out his camera, took a few photos from all angles to the pile of underwear and pantyhose, especially the crotch of those eye-stimulating thongs covered with light yellow secretions, and then quickly packed up the package and suitcase and returned to the hotel lobby.

When packing up, Fang Yan still found OB tampons that women rarely use now in a corner of the box. There were two boxes in total, one of which had been unpacked and was quite empty. Take out one, imagine that when the entire white and slender stick-shaped tampon was stuffed into Xiaoya's lower body, leaving only a short white cotton thread tip that was quietly exposed outside and swayed, and couldn't help but tighten the anus a few times.

The dialect does not like heavy-tasting menstrual items, but whenever you think of the OB tampon secretly emerges from the female lower body, the small lotus will be revealed, and there will be an indescribable association of seeing women masturbation.

On the bus back to the airport and on the plane, Fang Yan looked for an opportunity to sit next to Xiaoya, pretending to be sleeping

That day, Xiaoya wore a denim skirt with black lace ears, black shiny panties and stockings, paired with a pair of black snake-patterned pointed-toe bright silver metal heeled high-heeled leather shoes. The dialect's vision was always stuck to Xiaoya's thighs and leather shoes.

While looking at the luster of Xiaoya's pantyhose and the temptation of high heels, she reached into the belt and gently stroked the original flesh-colored pantyhose wrapped around her body. She occasionally pretended to twist her body inadvertently

There is an illusion, as if at this time I was not fighting alone, but Xiaoya possessed me. Xiaoya's slender legs were tightly entangled with me, hugging me deeply, and her legs wearing sexy black shiny stockings gently rubbed their legs forward, back and forth, back and forth, and the touch of stockings through the skin was like a stream of current spreading throughout the lower body.

Walking together, fantasizing all the way. Before the plane was about to descend, Fang Yan finally couldn't help but still in the bathroom, stroking Xiaoya's pantyhose on her legs, licking and sucking the light yellow secretions on Xiaoya's black thong underwear, and squirting out of the huge roar of the plane. Thousands of descendants were pulled out by the toilet vacuum negative pressure and spilled into the clouds.

As the dialect gently knocked on the door of the president's office, a crisp and soft voice of a woman came from inside.

Come in!